Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.